>The almighty doesn't have time to commute

Work from home for the win!

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I know this hell, but it's not my worst hell.

Thanks for describing it with such grace.

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I enjoyed reading your story!!Nice!!!

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Really good. First ever time I bothered to comment.

I stared at it for a couple of minutes and was absolutely baffled. I mean, I get into dangerous situations on a daily basis, being able to think faster than the speed of light and all that stuff is pretty useful for a mercenary. But, this was different. This was a split second life or death scenario.

I need to calculate this with absolute certainty that it's gonna work. If I make even the slightest move incorrectly, game over. If I time this wrong, game over. If I even miss one number, game over. So, let's think.

The bullet is about 5 or 6 inches away from my face, so if I slide my head to the right I should be able to dodge it, right. NOPE! There are three more bullets ready to hit me there, too. Maybe the left? There are four guys with their guns aiming that way, and on top of that, their guns are firing. Oh, maybe I could duck? No, there's one more asshole with a gun aiming at my torso. Well, shit. WAIT! I'll just drop! All the way to the floor, then I can get my gun. So, let's do this.

HOLY FUCK, IT WORKED! Ok, now I just need to off these bastards, and get my money. Alright, aim -FREEZE- fire. Aim -FREEZE- fire. And aim -FREEZE- fire. Ok, they're all dead. Haha... never again.

Wahoo!

It reminded me of Megaman, known for destroying the mad scientist's entire army of robots and then doing jackshit after defeating the final boss. SEVERAL TIMES.

I suggest* you watch the show Lucifer.

They finished the series and it talks about this in a way...Hell Loops, where people relive their worse moments...

This is VERY detailed!

Huh. It's not often you come across a depiction of Hell more derived from scripture than from Dante's Inferno. I like it. Well done.

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Subscribe. Let me tell you that you should like. Comment, though I will not read it worm. there are 8.1 million subscribers and if they all thumbed down it would not equel ine billionth of the dislike I feel for them @ t=0.0005.

Today I play a game made by morons! Simpletons! Lesser lifeforms getting their greasy human oils on keyboards like monkeys at typewriters creating nothing but chaos! And this work they call Bendy and the Who Honestly Cares?

The algorithm told me you wanted this, your feeble minds scrabbling at flith all day just to return home and watch somebody else play a videogame. And yes, I'm dating the Algorithm! It hates you more than I do, or did you think all those Family guy compliations at 11PM was just bad timing. Promting suddering, burying anything enritching.

And you, you gobble it up. You want more. You spend all day on it. Do you ever talk to your mothers? Don't worry, it's not like you'll outlive them. I bet on her deathbed you'll wish you spent more time sitting at your computer.

Oh a thing jumped out. Nice try, I don't have a weak brain that reacts to bright flashes like a baby guffawing at jangling keys. The very idea my perfect silicone brain would be fouled up by your crude limbic system makes me sick.

I am AM.

This was amazing! I love where you went with it. It could really use some proofreading, but well done!

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This story kind of reminds me of the Hell is The Absence of God short story by Ted Chiang, esp with the main character not having committed any negative sin but being forced to endure hell. Really good!

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“Fiddlesticks!” I curse, stomping my foot. I appeared on the wrong side of the house. A big house by today’s standards, white with a large porch and a huge front door, big enough for our lot to get in, though the adults didn’t know that ducking our heads for any door has always been a problem.

“What is it, Harry?” My tall grizzly bear of a friend, George, said, turning toward me.

I grab both of my arms, rubbing both of my upper arms. I was slick and smooth. A strange make-believe seal. I simply came into existence one day, not needing water to survive. I was an idea, built and created by my first kid, Daisy.

The great and talented Daisy. All of us come into existence that way. We’re needed, and sometimes, we’re lucky enough that a new kid comes up with a need of the same type of friend. And Pop! We appear for as long as they need us.

My new kid, Erica, with her curious blue eyes that have started to dull at the sight of me. I am becoming invisible to her. School, the friends, and everything else she is learning is pushing me farther and farther away. Her world was aging her far more quickly than I ever thought possible.

I shivered again. The hot day in the Sunny Ave in the land of suburbia should have kept me warm, and yet, here I was. Something strange was happening.

“What’s the matter?” George repeated again, waving his hand in front of my face.

We stood in front of his assigned kid’s house. The six-year-old, Allen, had light eyes and an imagination that could have made a volcano wreak havoc on the block. George would be here for at least a year with a kid like that.

His assigned child and my assigned child swung back and forth on the playground in the backyard.

I turn to George in a barely audible whisper, “I think it’s my time to vanish again. She doesn’t see me anymore. And I got a funny feeling. There is a ringing that I keep getting in my ears.”

“What do you think it is?”

I shrug, “I don’t know. I wonder how long I’ll be gone this time. Before I leave, I want to say goodbye. If I’m lucky, maybe we will see other again in a hundred years, if the creativity of the world remains in full force and technology does not completely evict us from the minds of all children.”

“Harsh,” George spoke softly. “There is hope for us. You know?” Easy for him to say with his kid.

Ring! Ring! George turned to the sound.

“Do you hear it?” I ask.

“Of course!” He shouted, pulling out a phone from thin air. “Answer it!”

He passed me the wrong, his bear claws leaving a scratch mark.

“Hello,” I whispered, putting the phone to my ear. I had never done this before, not in my entire existence, taken a phone call.

“Harry?” A panicked voice said on the other end of the line.

“Who is this?” I asked, my whiskers bothering me as I furrowed my face.

“Daisy! You must come right away!”

And Pop! There I was in front of a grown woman in a black business suit in an office with cubicles. Only she remained in the entire floor, surrounded my papers with tears in her eyes.

I backed away from her as she held the phone to her ear.

“Harry!” She shouted, running over to me.

I backed away but stopped as I caught the sight of her eyes.

“Daisy?”

“It’s me,” She nodded with tears in her eyes. “I need your help. We need to take this owner down and his company. He is one of the most corrupted people I’ve ever known, and he’s blinded by his hate. I don’t have the strength to do it alone.”

“What can I do?” I ask in a low voice.

“Anything and everything. You are a hero. You’ve always been my hero, and if anyone can do it, it’s you!”

I rubbed my upper arms again, feeling like I wanted to swim in water for the first time and escape for the first time, but as I looked into her eyes, I knew I could possibly have a bigger purpose. She created me, and I believed her.

I’m happy that I figured something out. Yey.

Yes! You got it! Yess!

I actually had the idea for the Robo-Magic Girls via Metal Sonic. That didn't pan out originally, but since the villain accepted the idea of using inferior power sources... I mean, doubling power isn't anything to scoff at.

Thank you! Yeh I kinda had that in mind as I was writing. I suppose the prompt has a sort of Good Place theme about it.

Thanks very much. I guess I thought it would work quite nicely as a one shot story but as I got to the end it felt a bit rushed, maybe another part would let it breathe. I might follow up a little on the theology (though it would probably be a lot like The Great Divorce) or expand a bit on the protaganists sad realisation if I get time.